Treasure Island

Ismael Rodriguez

(Jan 22 1969 / Philadelphia, PA)

Little Timmy's Summer Vacation


Little Timmy's off work
This week
It's summer time
Let the vacation fun begin
Little Timmy
He likes to go
To the New Jersey shore
And when he arrives
He gets fuckin wasted
He goes on vacation
In his personalized van
The one he likes to call
His DEATH MACHINE
He fills it with his favorite toys
A BAR, AK47, Uzi
He also takes some
Real sharp knives, hatchets
And machetes
He cuts people up
Good with these
Plus a few blunt objects
To bash in skulls
As he drives around
He picks up hitchhikers
And that's when
The real fun begins

Submitted: Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Edited: Thursday, February 17, 2011

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